The movie Summer of Sam implies that the incessently barking dog in David Berkowitz's backyard helped drive him to the insanity of serial killing. Well the incessently barking dog in my own "backyard" is driving me to just want to kill the damn dog. And possibly its owner. As a country boy who cherishes the 2nd Ammendment, I am beginning to understand why guns are not allowed in NYC. The temptation to use them is JUST TOO GREAT.
My apartment is on the back side of the building, so through the bedroom window we have a view of a little courtyard/parking area and the back side of other apartment buildings. Somewhere in there is that fucking dog, that I have never seen. (There are also cats that sound like screaming human beings when they fight and/or go into heat.) Last night it would seriously not shut up, but I was kind of sleeping through it, dreaming about the barking more than really hearing it, when suddenly I am jolted from sleep by a Spanish-accented yell from God-knows-where, but it felt like it was in the room with me: "SHUT UP YOUR STUPID DOG! STUUUUUPIIIID!" It of course didn't work, made the dog bark louder and caused other dogs to chime in, but whoever she is and whichever apartment she lives in, I love that woman.